The Quest Has Just Begun | A HP/PJO Crossover

Chapter 3 - Rita Skeeter

Catrina's POV.

Before breakfast this morning, Hermione had pulled me away from the group to speak to me. 

"Everything alright, Mione?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I got a letter from your mother, I thought you'd want to know." She said, my eyes widened. I met her eyes and saw sorrow in them.

"You're not still sorry, Hermione? If you hadn't done it, Zeus would have killed me in fear that I was the one of the next Great Prophecy." I said, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing it slightly to comfort her.

"I know, it's just... sending you away pained your mother so much and, I feel bad having been the person to help cause this." She said.

"Don't feel sorry, Hermione." I said. "It's not for long, I will meet her again."

"I know." She said. "Oh, right the letter."

She pulled it from her pocket and unfolded it before handing it to me.

Dear Hermione,

I know after everything, you may not wish to stay in contact. This is not how I wish things to be. I wish to stay in contact with you, so I can also better understand my own daughter and her abilities as a Witch. I know this is thinking too big, but I hope that one day my daughter will return to me, however old she may be. When this may or may not happen, I wish you to met her too. 

- Sally Jackson

I folded the paper back up and handed it back to Hermione. 

"Do you think I should stay in contact with her?" Hermione asked me, I met her eyes with a smile.

"Yes, you should stay in contact. I want you to be able to talk to her about all the adventures we went on together when she does find out about me." I said. "Don't mention to her anything about me, but one day we will be with her, together."

She smiled and hugged me. I hugged her back.

...

I was told only earlier today that someone from the Daily Prophet was coming to interview all of the champions. I think the woman's name was Rita Skeeter, or something of the sort. I wasn't really looking forward to it. I hate answering questions. 

Apart from that, I have been learning a few things from Professor Moody over the last few weeks. He was a good teacher, I have learned a lot, but with all that, there was just something really off about him that I have just chosen to ignore since then. It was probably nothing after all.

"What a charismatic bunch. Hello!" Rita Skeeter exclaimed. I was snapped out of my thoughts. "The five tri-wizard champions are stood together in a group." 

She came to each on of us, and she shook our hands.

"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? what mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest. Lovely." Rita said, she looked at me. I looked the youngest but really I was the oldest.

"Well you're the youngest aren't you?" She asked me.

"Just cause I look the youngest doesn't mean I am the youngest. I've looked 13 for 988 years. Even though technically I was born only a year ago." I said. smirking. I always said that just to confuse people. Everyone in the room now seemed confused, everyone but Harry, he laughed a little. He was used to me saying that, and he already understood what happened and what I meant.